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The lady that was Najia entered the corner where around her the decadent display of flesh as well as sensual temptations were plain to see. Replaced were the gaudy shades of red and gold. Instead gilt chairs though were present, they were offset by beautiful and elegant shades. Rich blues, greens, purples were the tones that resonated. At the top of an elegant set of stairs was a portait that the Mistress of the Corner had had commisioned.

Perhaps it was a burn to the ass but at the top of the stairs was a picture depicting a great demon lord surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women. And wouldn't you know it, one of them looked identical to the pink haired woman walking down the stairs with the grace of a princess coming to greet her important dignitaries. The diamonds in her hair glittered off the lighting as well as the bands of diamond and white gold like silver at her throat and wrists.

White sheath hugged her petite form and a ribbon criss crossed up her side down to her ankles where the dress ended. The spiked stilletto heels clicked softly despite her almost silent apperance. The woman's introduction had garnered her attention from a public relations issue she was dealing with. Regretfully the offended male was left with little to do besides accept two women to pleasure him in a private salon upstairs instead of complain to her that the woman he'd wanted that evening was mercifully off.

Either way, she won and gained more profit in the end. As she set her hand gracefully on the gleaming banister of mahogany wood her lips coiled into a beautiful smile against her pale flesh.
"Welcome to the Corner, I'm Mistress Salome Desiderio.." Graciously she walked forward her delicate scent trailing after her as did the still lingering scent of her longing she'd left with her wistful fantasies back at the villa.

Andras had a stricken look to him as the woman spoke and an eyebrow lofted making note to set him aside to have a discussion later she tipped her head towards her office for him.
"Make your rounds to ensure all is going well, Andras then report to my office." Her soft gentle bred tone resonated with authority and command before again turning her gentle gaze upon the woman once more.

"I'll be happy to escort you personally to Marlena in the Spa sanctuary. She has no bookings until this evening so you can be seen right away. Normally you'd have a few day wait. Quite.. Fortunate.." She mumbled to her it was a bit odd actually but for the moment she shrugged it off and like a polite lady she offered her arm to escore the woman through the french doors and thick golden fringed crepe sapphire silk that was to a doorway to the right.

The vastness of the expansion had pissed Antonio off when she asked to borrow the money but in the end she'd gotten her way. It wasn't hard when you're the baby and you have eyelashes and a lvoe of sucking on things to give a full bit of a pouty lip. The massage tables, fire places, crystal decanters of fine alcohols. The shelves of beautiful scents and oils. Everything to add to the sensuality of the scenes she endavored to create for those about her.


"Marlena was imported here from a Spanish abbey.. I'm afraid Sister Mary Frances is rather upset with one of her nuns missing. She does a wonderful job and has no problem with anything you put to her. If there is any questions, there is a redfleshed imp that runs about whom is a bouncer for me will get me. I'm afraid I have some paperwork to see to and will check back shortly to ensure all is going well."

Elegantly she bestowed a smile upon Najia and went to excuse herself to find out what put the burr in Andras's ass.

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The portrait of the demon lord had not been lost on Najia but a slight disdainful curl of her lips was the only reaction offered. Neither was Andras' reaction to her lost on her and she knew if given half a chance Salome would interrogate the male imp. He knew the name de Ingis, to be sure, but he wouldn't necessarily know who Najia was. Still it was best not to tempt fate and as Salome turned to lead her away she caught Andras' gaze, her own a hardened warning if ever there was one. Turning her attention to Salome she listened as the other woman explained how she was in luck, that she would be able to be seen without a problem. It was when Salome mentioned that her attendant was an ex nun that she seized her opportunity.

"A former nun? I'm afraid that simply will not do. I don't deal well with the clergy, you know."

A faintly wicked smile and a quick flash of the snake like eyes she was graced with when in her demon form appeared just long enough to confirm that she was in fact of demonic origin. She also thought the clergy were crazy thanks to her Aunt Willow. Upon entering the back of the Corner she listened as Salome gave her departing speech and turned as if to leave. Soft laughter tumbled from her lips and reaching out she caught hold of the end of the laces that ran up Salome's side and kept her dress in place, holding it lightly but firmly so that if Salome moved too far away she would end up nude.

"Mmmm...I don't think so. I have paid for the best and I fully intend to receive it. That means you, Mistress Salome. With the coin I intend to spend in this place I believe I warrent a bit of attention from its proprietress, don't you?"

Every word she uttered carried with it a soft hypnotic quality, the snake charming its prey, and tugging lightly on the laces she let it pull free just a bit as she moved closer to Salome, dropping the laces to allow her fingers to play over the back of the collar she wore, a slight smirk touching her lips as she saw it. It's as if Salome sensed her future and was dressed accordingly.

"This is lovely on you...it suits you," she murmured before letting her hand fall away. Turning she sauntered several steps into the room before turning to cast her smoky amethyst gaze over her shoulder, the suggestive glint in their gem like depths enough to make anyone curious as she allowed her stare to linger over Salome's body.

"I suggest we start with the massage..I'm feeling a bit..tense..these days."

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It was probably the princess perogitive that allowed them to feel as though they were god queen on high. This however was Her domain and no snippit of a girl was going to make herself more important then she in that same domain. Which was why when the woman spoke she lofted an eyebrow. Her rainbow colored eyes swirled a moment almost in challange.

"Oh? She's been throughly trained and no longer embraces the religous order. She embraces what she's told to by the Mistress. Still not good enough even though she's the best... Hmmmm." She sighed not particularly liking the high handed antics.

With a flash of a smile she stuffed down her annoyance to the woman down with that same smile.
"Ah , but I did intend to see to you myself. I do have this entire place to see ran correctly, that's why I needed to ensure things were running well. But I suppose if you wish it this way. Marlena, go get Andras, Now." Her tones brooked no argument as the woman looked confused but ran off to Salome's orders.

Lips tilted up more at a smirk as the woman asked if she agreed, naturally she had to softly want to laugh. If that is what made her happy, one does suppose so. As the rather twitchy red imp male entered the room. "Get robes for the lady, and the correct oils. " She ordered making the imp her personal little fetch boy. He looked at her rather solemnly but did run to do what she said.

The woman's soft almost charmed words drew her gaze as she felt the tugging on her dress. At times she almost felt drawn to the woman beyond the occasional tug of attraction. The way the girls fingers touched along her lacings, the tight fabric that clung to her every curve thanks to those same ribbons. She had the good grace to actually smirkingly grin at the woman.

Fingers slid to her necklace choker like collar and laughed as the ribbon that was on it drapped over the tops of her tits. The woman's thoughts unknown to her although a compliment was a complent.
"Thanks." She murmured a little bit then motioned with a sweep of her hand. "Disrobe and put the scented robe on. You wish a massage, so shall you get it." Her words rather soft but Authorative as she was determined to stay atop things.

Something about this woman drew her like eve to the apple the snake in the garden of eden had. Best to stay on one's toes considering she'd shown already a tenacity to manipulate.

"Andras, get my robe from my office as well." She murmured as fingers deftly pulled her bracelets from her wrists. The necklace remained but her earrings were slid off. Chinese sticks were taken to her hair to hoist it up with a twist and pin before she shifted her feet out of those towering heels of hers. Her small form dropping back down to the simular height of tessa. The 4'9 form of her glaringly apparant when her large imp returned and handed over the black silk robe. "Thank you Andras." She stated.

As Najia would get herself stripped and in the robe. A hand would grip the imp by his pants covered groin and hold him close to her as if she was horny, not that she wasnt. She actually found this arousing to no end. She whispered with her lips so close to his own. "What's your problem." To which the imp glanced to Najia then back to her. "Becareful, Mistress..." Hmmm an interesting devolopement. Andras whom thought this world was all fun and games was warning her. Something was up with the pretty female.

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What was a descendent of the Infernal line to do? Najia, his first, she was upon the surface appropriating her new slave, and that left him with little to pass the time in her absence. Time passed much slower in the Pit than it did on the surface -- one day above seeming as if one year below. It did not take long before he was searching for something to occupy his idle self. The only problem was that in order to truly make use of his free time, he would need to speak with his father and grand father. No doubt they would have an assignment for him and he was certain that if anything, tracking and reclaiming a product or possession of the 9 circles would help to pass the time between that moment and Najia’s return.

As was customary, when he descended to the 9th circle he always appeared through the Infernum conduit. Only those of the lead demonic line could travel through the conduit, all others would be instantly consumed by the energies which flowed therein. It was because of that reason they always knew he was approaching before he arrived. And as he had seen countless times before, his father sat within an onyx seat at the immediate right of a long blackened glass table. His grandfather sat in a larger seat at the head of the table. The other 8 seats were left empty due to the generals of the pit seeing to their duties. There existed no unnatural light within the room. A dim glow gave illumination to necessary areas, and even that was created only by magma which forever seemed to be flowing through the cracks in the floors and wall.

”What do you require Stativare?”

His father spoke to him in that same cold tone that he’d always used, while his grandfather merely sat, his features obscured by the darkness that clung to his features. Crimson eyes peered at him from the shadows, eyes that he never shied away from. As always he met the intense stare directly.

”I wish to hunt. I’m certain there is one that needs to be reclaimed for the benefit of the Underverse. I wish to retrieve them.”

His fathered turned to his grandfather a moment, not speaking a word vocally -- yet saying much with a mere glance. From the darkness his grandfather’s face leaned forward. Contrary to popular belief there was no demonic shroud, no hellish appearance. His grandfather was flawless by every definition of the word, and yet his voice carried with it all that which had come to conceive the idea of Hell.

”There is one. She has murdered a most useful vessel within the mortal realm. Her name his Sarine..Sarine Desiderio, daughter to Morlis Desiderio. She is found guilty of the murder of one of our own. Normally such a thing would be over looked..but this demoness has known the living world too long. If we do not bring consequence to her, others may think they are outside our reach. Retrieve her..and condemn her at your discretion.”

It was nearly impossible for him to conceal the moment of surprise and satisfaction that came over him when he heard the name. Still, he was able to mask any gratification in the task set before him with a stoic nod.

”Desiderio. Yes, I know of the family. Incubi and succubi who think themselves top dwellers. I will track this Sarine..and I will make her mine. She will know the way.”

Both of his kin nodded, dismissing him as they went back to their own conversation, leaving the matter in his own hands. As far as they were concerned, not only would they have tied up a loose end, but Stativare would also be outside the pit. As long as he was gone his father and grandfather knew they need not keep an eye on him. Family they may be, but 1 was always waiting for his chance to usurp the other. There was no trust between the 3, and barely any civility. Yet somehow..they had lasted this long without destroying one another. Stativare departed through the same conduit he had arrived in, being consumed in a completely black flame. Only this time when he appeared, it was not back in his fortress. This time he appeared from a hearth inside of an all too familiar manor.

It was quiet, deathly quiet. Hardly what one would expect of a house populated by lust demons. All around him he felt magical wards and barrier spells placed around to prevent any intrusion. They were capable barriers sure enough, but they were erected to keep out the worst of intentions. He had been sent by divine contract though..Sarine had committed a wrong doing and thus must be held accountable. Divine mandate over ruled any mystical barrier that could be placed by a lesser entity..which this “Antonio” certainly was.

He could smell many things. Old sex, new blood, along with all other smells that came with too much money and not enough sense. It was only 1 scent he cared for though, and he followed it through the manor like a canine on the trail of an escaped convict. It led him to a room that…wasn’t a room. It was a wall..but he knew there to be a room behind it. To be quite honest he was becoming bothered by this demon and his need to try and use magic to solve each of his problems. Where was the visceral nature? Where was the meeting adversity head to head? Only a coward relied on outside means to safeguard his world.

Golden glowing eyes circled the area of the wall before he reached to his hips, unsheathing the 2 identical blades that were kept there. With a quick pull to remove them from their scabbards, he slashed them upward, starting at a point and ending with his arms open wide. Then the blades slashed towards one another, finishing a carved “triangle” in the wall. A minute amount of dust came through the air along with the faintest sounds of metal to stone. Yet none of those could rival the rumble that came when he kicked the stone inward, and the massive triangular slab fell to the floor inside the room, the swords having somehow cut “through” the barrier on both the natural and supernatural levels. What he saw when he entered was Sarine, who he assumed had been sleeping nude and alone on a stone alter of sorts. As he stepped in his eyes took in the sight of her naked body and he grinned, spinning his blades into their sheaths as he brought his other leg up and over the stone slab.

”Hello, Sarine. I’ve missed you.”

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All was not well in the Desiderio household. Anyone who stepped foot within the manor could sense the under currents of discord that ran just beneath the lustful energies that permeated the walls. Her father had suddenly changed his mind about not following his children to Aleris, something he’d assured her he would not do, and in her opinion his presence undermined the authority he’d placed with Antonio and Sarine. Not to mention he just got on her nerves, Father or not.

Sarine could sense something was amiss with her Father, with the whole household really. Morlis had returned only to take over the guest cottage on the back of the property which was well secluded from the main house. He’d holed up there for at least two weeks, leaving only a few times and even then only for a short while. Even stranger, neither Tessa nor Xantara had accompanied him, and he hadn’t even walked into the bedchamber assigned to him. Then, out of no where, Tessa arrived and Morlis left the cottage behind but left orders that it was to remain off limits to everyone but him before holing up in his bedchamber with Tessa though, if the lack of sexual energy coming from the bedchamber was any indication, it was not to enjoy his concubine’s body.

Something was up, she could feel it in her bones, and she also knew that Morlis would not be at all forthcoming even should she ask him what was happening. She would have taken her concerns to Antonio if she ever saw him. Since Hale’s creation she had seen her brother less and less, his attention focusing inexorably on Rain since he no doubt figured Sarine would be preoccupied with Hale. And he wasn’t wrong. Her feelings for Antonio had not changed, necessarily, but things were definitely not right between them. A rift had formed and their mutual desire for their individual concubines was only widening that rift.

Deciding to try to find out what was going on without the assistance of her father or her brother she waited until the house was nearly empty before retiring to the room Antonio had crafted that was sort of a dimensional pocket in time that they had both begun using for their magical pursuits. The obsidian stone alter was a reservoir of their combined magical and sexual energy and could provide a boost of magic when necessary. She decided now was the time to tap into that reservoir, whether Antonio liked it or not.

Leaving Hale behind in her chambers (naked and waiting for her return, naturally) she entered the private work room, the door closing behind her and vanishing from sight to any but those who knew how to find it which, as far as she knew, meant only Antonio. Stripping down to her olive toned skin the intricate marks she had received as part of her training in the arts of sorcery with her now deceased mother were visible. One on each upper arm, one on the back of each shoulder, one on each hip, and one at the small of her back, coiled over her skin in intricate, delicate, designs.

Naked she approached the large obsidian stone slab that dominated the far side of the room and easing herself onto its surface she laid back, her body stretched fully atop it as if a sacrifice to an ancient Aztec God, her hands turning palm down and pressing into the surface as she connected to the energy harbored within it’s the depths of the volcanic glass. In moments tendrils of energy were rising from the stone and laying across her body, bands of power “lashing” her body to the stone slab, connecting her to the power that had been built up within it over time.

Feeling herself connect with the power she willed it outward, sending further tendrils of energy out into the manor, creeping along the walls, slipping beneath doors, searching for anything out of the ordinary that perhaps her family might be keeping from her, namely her father. She could feel her awareness expanding, every nuance of the estate and the people traversing it now laid before her.

She was just beginning to snoop around her Father’s room when she felt it; a breach to the wards. It was subtle. So subtle she might not have felt it had she not been tuned into the property as she was. So subtle that even now she was tempted to dismiss it as an animal passing the barrier or something equally innocuous. While debating whether or not to take the small fissure of disruption seriously the decision was made for her. From outside the work room there was a sudden collision with the wall that would become the entrance to the secret chamber. Jerking upright she turned on top of the stone slab to face the door just in time to see a foot kick through the stone, the magic that allowed the room to exist as its own dimensional pocket snapping in the face of the force of the entity coming through the hole. An entity she recognized instantly.


Stativare de Ingis.

She’d seen The Infernal only once before when she’d gone to his estate in the Northern Lands of Elysia near the Cemetery to retrieve the imps her Father had bartered for. She remembered quite clearly the jolt of lust she’d felt upon seeing him but at that moment her mind was focusing more on the information her father had given her that day, that he’d bartered Najia to him and she could only assume that was why Stativare was there now. Morlis had bartered her.

Anger rose instantly, smothering any chance that the lustful feelings she’d had before would make an appearance, and she slid from the stone slab on the opposite side, putting it between them though she knew, deep down, it wouldn’t prevent him from getting to her. He spoke, his sardonic words informing her he’d missed her and in spite of the dangers of such a thing she scoffed at his words. She considered reaching out to her family, to Hale, for assistance but knew doing so would only put them at risk and she wasn’t willing to do that. Besides, she doubted Antonio would even hear her given how distant he’d become. She would have to face this alone…whatever “this” entailed.

Meeting his gaze she let her usual mask of indifference cover the surprise and anger mingling on her features, her eyes filling with cool defiance, a defense mechanism to be sure. She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her run, scream, or plead with him. Ignoring the fact that she was naked she crossed her arms in front of her, folding them beneath her breasts as she forced her posture to relax.


“I’m not surprised you are here, General. I’ve seen the company you keep. Now, what can I do for you?”

Her words might be chilly but she knew damn well she was playing with fire. The Infernal One had come for her, for some reason, and it was rare that anyone he hunted escaped their fate.

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None escaped. Ever. They may delay the inevitable, they may circumvent the irresistible force for a while, but in the end he was a relentless storm. He would follow them anyway, he would break down any door or barrier placed before him. Unlike so many other hunters, he would lay waste to all things for the simple satisfaction of capturing one. But with this one -- this girl who when he first met her appeared so smug, so sure of herself, it was different with her. This was not a moment of professional satisfaction at an objective met, it was a personal gratification in settling an unspoken debt. She had found a way to avoid his notice in their first meeting by bartering another. Now there was nothing left for her to place before her. No possession or person that she could slide to her front so as to take his attention from her. This time it was only them -- him, her, and his intent..whatever that may be.

Her posture and stoicism didn’t effect him. It was something he’d seen many times before…more so with females than males. For some reason or another women always seemed to believe that if they gave away nothing it would make them appear stronger..harder to break. Those golden eyes of his saw straight through it though, straight to the very core. And what he saw was a young demoness with only a secondhand knowledge of what she was, and what she was capable of. To him, her family was holding her back from her full potential -- as was her lover. Not the concubine. Hale didn’t even exist to him, a mere creation, nothing more. No. It was Antonio who held her back, keeping her fine form in his unworthy shadow. That would change…soon.

False modesty was beneath him. He wasted no precious time in averting his eyes from her body. To the contrary he took his time letting his gaze roam along every inch of her flesh, caressing along it like a set of secondary hands. Her perfect breasts, her rounded hips, the flawless shimmer of her skin in the dim light of the room…yes, she was far too well made for the likes of some would be mage. Taking his hands from the hilts of his blades he moved towards her, his stride always so imposing yet never appearing forced. He was a demon that carried itself with all the lack of compromise to be found in his bloodline. Where he finally paused was less than half a foot from her, and from there he began to circle her. His eyes fell to the curve of her backside, following the slope of her lower back only to take in the shape of her rear. He knew with the way her body tensed ever so slightly that she expected him to touch her..but he didn’t. Instead he completed his circle, stopping directly in front of her once more.

Despite how he appreciated her form with his eyes, when he came before her again it was apparent in his expression that her being a female meant little to him. Had she been male would he have looked at her in such a way? No. His look would no doubt have harbored much less devour, and far more contempt. But that did not mean her being female in gender would make him tread lightly. In his eyes she was a demon first and foremost, and like with Najia he saw possibilities in her. Seeds of cold, calculating malevolence that only needed to be coaxed and nurtured so as to fully blossom. And he was quite good in that regard.

"What can you do for me? The more easily answered query would be..what ‘can’t’ you do for me. I promise you, it’s a much shorter list. But..as of right now you can take one last glimpse of this place, fetch whatever belongings are absolutely necessary, and come with me…”

A grin came over him as his head tilted, and his eyes seemed to bore into her own while their golden fire-like glow intensified all the more.

”…it seems you’ve been a bad girl, Sarine. Desiree’s death did not go unnoticed. There is a seize on sight order upon you, commanded by my grandfather. You are officially mine now, and I have the contract which makes it ironclad. I will show it to you if you doubt me. You once sold out one of your supposed own so that you could take your place at Antonio’s side. Well..little succubus, it appears your continued need for vengeance has sold ‘you’ out. Isn’t fate a fickle thing?”

The pleasure dripped from his words as he looked to her face, knowing that whether she gave any reaction or not the truth of the matter would strike her quite deeply. Perhaps more so than any other words spoken had ever reached inside her..and that’s what he took pleasure in. The fact that though this was only their second meeting, he had said one of the most important things she had ever heard. And there was nothing that even her unbreakable will could do to stop it.

Yes. To say he was enjoying this immensely would be a gross understatement. A shame he could only break the news to her once.

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It was the sensation of the Infernal’s presence in the Villa that tore him from the dreamscape where he had sought out Xantara to reassure her that he would get her back. He knew the cost would be his daughter Salome but he couldn’t resist the urge to comfort his long time concubine and so that was what he had done. He even promised her he would get her back.

The presence of Stativare in his home could not be good by any stretch of the imagination and at first he assumed the General of Hell’s Armies had come for him. He considered remaining in his bedchamber and forcing Stativare to come to him but that would only make matters worse in the long run so after a moments debate he went in search of the daemogel. Unlike Sarine he did not have access to Antonio’s work room so did not seek it out immediately. It was a good 20 minutes while he searched the manor before he passed by the destroyed opening and recognizing that it was an entrance he’d never seen before it did not take much to deduce that this was where Stativare had gone. The sounds coming from inside revealed something was going on so it was with as much stealth as possible that he eased just within the entrance, keeping to the shadows of the destroyed door so as to observe what occurred within before making his presence known.

As it turned out he would not be doing that as the sight that greeted him was one of his eldest daughter, Sarine, locked in a very intimate position with Stativare himself. Surprise registered but he did not give away his presence, choosing instead to ease from the doorway and listen in for a time. No he wasn’t a pervert (much) but he did want information about why Stativare was there, now of all times, with Sarine. As far as he knew they’d never met before the day he’d called Sarine to Stativare’s estate in the Northern Lands of Elysia. Though conversation was not the primary focus of what the pair were doing he was able to figure out that Stativare was there in an official capacity to bring Sarine in for a crime she had committed…she’d killed someone. And then the name was dropped…Desiree. She’d killed her own mother.

It was then that he went back to his suite, conflicting emotions tearing at his will until the demon rose up within him (as it always did when overcome with very strong human emotion) to take control and reign in his softer impulses. His daughters were demons, they had made their own choices just as Sarine had done, she’d killed a woman he’d once been married too, her own mother, and now she was being punished. So be it. As for Salome she was half imp, her mother was hell-born which technically put Salome under the dominion of Hell. Besides, he had to get Xantara back.

He’d promised.

Moving to his desk he pulled a piece of parchment free and with a dip of a quill into the pot of ink he quickly penned a short note.

”Najia,

Your terms are acceptable. I relinquish my daughter Salome to you in exchange for the return of my concubine, Xantara.

Morlis.


The letter was quickly folded and with a soft word it vanished in a plume of brimstone scented smoke. He may not be the mage his son was but there were certain things all demons knew how to do and communicating with the emissaries of Hell was one of them.

Many would condemn him for his decision, including his other children, Salome’s twin Carese specifically. So be it. He knew his daughter; Salome would no doubt flourish in her new environment where as Xantara’s spirit would wither. Whether this was true or just something he was choosing to tell himself didn’t really matter to him. He could feel the humanity bleeding from him more and more with every day, the recent events only hastening the process.

He had just bartered away one daughter for the sake of a concubine and allowed another daughter to be taken. His other children would no doubt despise him for such things but that was a burden they would have to carry because he did not intend too.

And so dies Morlis…the Family Man.

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Her crimes were her own. She’d committed them willingly, freely, knowing there may be retaliation for them. Yet she never expected it to come in the form of Stativare de Ingis storming her home and claiming her as his own in the most intimate way possible. He’d taken her, then and there in Antonio’s work room, ensuring she would crave Stativare’s flesh above everyone else. It wasn’t a secret that she’d wanted him physically upon their first meeting in his home when she’d met her Father there and been introduced to The Infernal. That lingering desire was enough to ensure she didn’t struggle unduly when he made her his.

She was unaware of their audience and if Stativare knew Morlis watched he made no mention of it. So it was once he had guaranteed she would go with him without much fuss they departed Antonio’s destroyed work room, the lingering energy of their primal coupling stored in the obsidian slab he’d taken her on, a final gift for the mage who would find his room in shambles.

He’d escorted her back to her bedchamber once they were again dressed, the house as silent now as it was when she had entered the enchanted workroom. Hale was waiting for her, as she’d known he would be, and though surprised at the presence of the daemogel, fear wasn’t really something that was understood or felt by most constructs. Gazing at her cherished concubine she felt a surge of sorrow at having to leave him behind but Stativare surprised her, informing her she could take Hale with her. Hale was a construct, a creation, he had a soul and a body yes but he’d been built, not born. Because of that he was little more than a mobile, sentient, thing. He was a possession much like a bed…a walking talking sex toy and nothing more.

There would be restrictions, naturally. She belonged to Stativare now, first and foremost, and he would demand that he be held first above all others, but he would not deny her her pet for those times when he was not with her. She was a succubus after all, a full blood, not a half breed like Najia or Salome, and he had to keep his women fed.

It took almost no time at all to gather her possessions with Hale assisting her. Stativare informed her she could take anything she wished as long as it had no ties to Antonio, such as gifts he may have given her or things they’d shared. That was easily enough done. Her anger at the mage over discovering he’d forced a charm upon was still riding her and she was only too happy to leave anything that reminded her of him behind. Her sisters, though, that was another matter. Salome specifically would wonder where she had gone. When Stativare smiled and told her she’d see her sisters soon she assumed he meant he would allow her to visit them and she wasn’t wrong in her assumptions…exactly.

Within the hour she was ready to depart and with Hale trailing a few feet behind them Stativare led them to the hearth in the main room. At her shoulder she felt Hale shift uneasily as he realized they would be traveling through the flames and reaching behind her she took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. She felt Stativare’s fingers entwine with her free hand and then the flames from the hearth were roaring to life, billowing from the stone fireplace to engulf the three of them, whisking her away from the villa and her family and towards her new life.

They arrived at the estate Stativere had acquired in Aleris, the same one where she’d first encountered the Prince of Hell. Situated in the Northern Lands of Elysia the cemetery was visible from the northern side of the manor, the estate itself quite massive. Made of gray stone it stood surrounded by a perpetual fog that snaked its way across the earth, a large stone wall encircling the grounds. Within were large rooms elegantly (if understated) decorated with heavy antique furniture made of dark wood and dark or jewel toned fabrics, the walls dark stained wood or gray stone. A large double staircase dominated the large foyer directly across from the entrance.

It was up that stair case that he led Sarine, Hale trailing silently behind her. At the landing he he turned right and after a very short hallway guided her to the southern wing. To the left was a hall way flanked on either side by four sets of heavy wooden double doors, two on each side of the hallway, with the largest set of doors dominating the end of the hall. To the right was another hallway, this one lined with single wooden doors though no less heavy or intricately carved. Though she was not aware of it, the layout mirrored that of his private quarters in his fortress on the 7th ring of Hell. Though the décor and atmosphere were definitely different.

Unsurprisingly Stativare guided her to the left and they neared the end of the hallway, almost upon the largest set of double doors, when he paused in front of the set of doors to the immediate right of the main suite and opened the doors to her.


”This will be your room when we are here in Aleris as it will be in the fortress in Hell. The arrangement is the same. The construct will be housed with the other concubines at the other end of the wing. He may join you when you wish though only if I am not with you nor have no need of your attention.”

Naturally he had other business to attend too, busy man that Prince of Hell, but no doubt he also sensed she needed a moment to gather her thoughts. She wasn't as resistant to her new situation as she might have thought she would be, but a lot had happened in a very short time and needed a moment to just make sense of it all.

Hale wordlessly carried her things into the room and began unpacking them. Watching him she couldn't help but think of the family she'd left behind. Her sisters would no doubt be the first to notice her absence, she thought, having no idea that one of her sisters was at that very moment being accosted by Najia at the Siren's Corner, Stativare's departing to join her there and assist her. Her brothers...well. Ilario was a crap shoot but Antonio would notice. He would have no choice he found his work room in its current state. No matter. He'd console himself with Rain and life would be business as usual.

Moving up behind Hale as he folded her unmentionables and slid them into the drawer of a heavy dark wood dresser, her right hand reaching out to thread through his blue hair. She was grateful for his presence. He might never be capable of loving her truly without the aid of the magic that created him, but there was comfort to be found in his unquestioning loyalty.


”At least I have something of the familiar with me here. I'm grateful for your presence, Hale. Though, I must confess, I'm not as distraught to be here as I could be....as I should be.”

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Eventually Salome was allowed to depart the company of the Infernal and the Princess, the duo choosing to await the imp in her office as she dealt with someone who had caused something of a problem with one of the girls who worked at the Corner. While they waited they discussed the benefits of allowing Salome to continue her employment at the Corner; that it allowed them an “in” into the den of vice and iniquity which could no doubt be of use to them in time. Besides, it would help keep Salome occupied for those times when Najia’s attention was elsewhere.

Pacing through the room she couldn’t help but notice the personal odds and ends scattered throughout, most notably the family photos. There were several of Salome with her siblings but it was one in particular that caught her attention. It had to have been taken recently and in it Salome stood next to a girl who Najia knew instinctively must be the twin, Carese. She’d seen little of her through the Oculus while watching Morlis, Xantara, and Salome, her decision to stay on Earth until recently having kept her off of the Princess’ radar.

A slow smile curved her lips she glanced towards Stativare and grinned. Oh yes, she wasn’t nearly through with the Desiderio’s yet. It was that thought in her mind while gazing at Static that caused her to recall the unusual scent that had clung to him when he’d joined Najia and Salome earlier and her eyes narrowed. They were going to have to have a talk as soon as they were truly alone. The door was opening and they had other things to deal with right now.

An hour later they were back at the estate in the Northern Lands of Elsyia, an upset and confused Salome locked within the bedchamber that would be hers when they were in Aleris in the North wing at the other end of the chambers occupied by Stativare and his women. Andras had been taken with them, once again a servant of the Infernal, and provided his own room in the same wing but for the evening he was sequestered with Salome. Having him near would no doubt help her cope with the knowledge that her father had sold her out, just as he had done Najia.

Knowing how capable the Desiderio’s were with magic the room itself was charmed by Static to prevent Salome from opening a rift to another location or using her abilities to break out or otherwise attack her new Mistress. Leaving the half imp succubus to the male imp for comfort with the promise she would return in the morning to discuss her new life, responsibilities, and expectations, she returned to the South Wing where Statics rooms were along with the rooms belonging to his women. Until now only the room on the left had been occupied, Eden having been placed in the North wing with the other concubines. Now the doors to the right were closed and Najia knew instinctively they were occupied, the energy on the other side feminine…and familiar.

Narrowing her gaze she went in search of Static to find out what was going on. The next morning a carriage rolled through the wrought iron gates of the gray stone wall surrounding the grounds, the lone passenger the concubine Xantara, returned home as promised. A deal was a deal, after all.

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It was done. Salome was taken. He'd seen it with his own eyes, The Infernal pulling him from his sleep to witness Najia physically taking his little Salome. No he wasn't there in person, his consciousness had been drawn from his dream state to witness the claiming of his daughter by the Princess. Would he have fought it had he been there? Once he would have said yes but now...now he knew better. He was a demon, it was what he was whether others liked it or not, and the fact that she was his daughter meant very little in the realm of Hell. He had made his decision and he would stand by it.

It didn't take long for rumors to get around that Salome Desiderio, the Mistress of the Siren's Corner, had been taken concubine by the Princess. Gossip mongers ran rampant within Aleris though at least now it was not his own daughter, Sarine, spreading the rumors about him and his family. Sarine had already been taken by Stativare, now Salome by Najia. When it got back to his other children that he had bartered Salome away for the return of his concubine, Xantara, they were less than happy with him. Furious would be more like it. Antonio was the worst though Morlis strongly suspected a good chunk of his anger was in finding his work room destroyed by Stativare, the remnants of his physical domination of Sarine apparent in the energy left behind. Antonio's fury had been awesome to behold when he'd learned of Sarine's capture and her apparent willingness to be taken. Then word had reached him of Salome and confronting Morlis had learned that the rumors were true.

Morlis was a convenient outlet for his fury over Sarine though his anger over Salome was quite real as well. Within hours he had gathered the remaining Desiderio offspring, Ilario and Carese standing behind Antonio, his concubine Rain standing with them all as he informed Morlis he could not, would not, stay with a man who would sell his own children and apparently Ilario and Carese agreed though Carese wasn't much of a surprise considering she was Salome's twin. They departed the villa in Aleris, leaving Morlis alone in the large estate with his concubines the imp Tessa, and Talisy Aensland (recently acquired). Ballade had vanished weeks before as had the girls Azurelle and Ariadne though both women were welcome to stay behind if they chose. He was always looking for beautiful women to grace his home.

Though Antonio had not told him where he intended to go he strongly suspected his son would seek refuge with Morlis' sister, Cahira, in Eternelle Lune. He'd grown up among her kumpania and it was as much home for him as anywhere else and of course, where Antonio went, Ilario followed. Carese went her own way, though, and he wondered briefly where she was off too but put the thought from his mind. He was no longer playing the role of Father and where they went was of no concern to him. The manor was quiet without them present but he didn't seem to mind, the empty rooms would be easily filled with his women, those he chose to summon to him of course. Perhaps Alidia....maybe Discord...oh she would be furious with him no doubt but that didn't bother him. He had no problem tying her down as she well remembered. Perhaps even Caressa. Maybe even in time his sister Medora would join him though no one knew where she'd disappeared too.

It was early morning when she arrived home. He'd been sleeping when one of the servants announced the approach of a woman in a black carriage drawn by horses that were guided by no visible hand. He knew instantly it was Stativare's conveyance and withdrawing from the tangle of limbs in his bed he made his way downstairs to wait in the foyer. He arrived just as the door was opening to admit Xantara and he smiled, the return of his concubine a happy event for him in spite of what he had to sacrifice to gain her return. Oddly enough it didn't seem to bother him, what he'd had to do to gain her freedom (or at least her freedom from Stativare, if not him) and moving forward he swept the concubine into his arms, holding her close, his hands already exploring her body possessively. He behaved as if she'd never left and in his newly altered mindset she never had.

He was different now..more demon than man, and he had no intentions of ever going back to harboring such weaknesses again.

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